by Jake Rave
"Kyle," Sara sighed, "I don't want to do this."
"Come on, babe," Kyle got off the bed and went over to her, taking her hands in his, while his stiff cock poked at her knee.
"No, Kyle. You're brave like this, I'm not," she tried to shake herself free again, but his grip was tighter this time.
"Fuck, Sara, you promised me!"
"I did not!" She was yelling at him now. "You just told me we were going to do this, you never asked me." Sara finally managed to break free and stood up.
"Oh, please! You've always said how it would be hot to make a video of us having sex!" Kyle reached down and began playing with his dick again. I let out a slight chuckle at the sight of a hard, naked man, pleading with a woman for sex.
"Yeah, Kyle, a private video, just for us. Not for the whole world to see!" Sara pulled her shirt back up started to head to the door. "If you want to get naked and whore yourself to the web for money, go ahead, but I'm not doing it!"
Sara left the room, and Kyle began to follow her, until he realized he was still naked and turned back to get some clothes, but the front door was already slamming behind Sara before he could gather them up.
"Fuck!" Kyle screamed, flopping back down on the bed in disappointment. He put his elbows up on his knees and buried his head in his hands for a few seconds. "Do I get paid now, or later?" he asked, the question muffled because his face was still covered.
"Well, uh, you need to finish first," I told him.
Kyle looked up at me, "You mean I gotta blow my wad?"
"That generally helps," I said.
"Fuck," he said, looking down to see his hard-on had only gone down slightly in all the excitement. After a few moments, he let out a big sigh and got back into position on the bed.
"I swear, if I didn't need the cash so bad, I'd just take off," he said, resuming his stroking. "I can't believe gay guys pay money for this. You sure I'll can make some serious money off this?"
Only if you shut the hell up, I thought.
"Yeah," I said. "Something about gay dudes and dicks gets them opening their wallets." While I still didn't like him all that much, I realized he did look pretty good, and would probably do pretty well for the website, particularly when labeled as a "frat guy."
Kyle groaned and began pulling at his meat again, his erection going back to full form after a few minutes. He was wanking more furiously than before, perhaps hoping to speed up the orgasm process.
As Kyle continued to work himself, I noticed he became curiously more free with exploring his own body now that he was no longer in the presence of his girlfriend. His free hand cupped his balls and pulled at them, then reached down and massaged his buttocks. His fingers crept perilously close to his tight, hairy asshole, but never entered that virgin territory.
He then shifted and pulled his legs close to his body, his feet coming together at the base of his ass. He changed grips, too, backhanding his cock with his right hand, starting at the shaft and moving upward until his hand was almost entirely off the cockhead.
As his breathing deepened, I knew the money shot couldn't be far off. He switched back to his left hand, and I got into position with the camera.
Kyle opened his eyes again for the first time in several minutes and looked down at his crotch. With a grunt, the first wave of jizz shot forward and landed on his chest, followed by three or four lighter shots that dribbled around his belly button and pubes.
Kyle laid back and caught his breath, licking his lips with satisfaction. He reached down and collected his warm spunk in his hand, then asked for the bathroom to wash it off. I pointed him there, still rolling the camera to catch his bouncing buns as they left the room.
Without a word, he came back and put his clothes back on. He seemed a little embarrassed after the cumshot and asked if that I not use his real name when I posted his video on the website. And with that, he was gone. Cum and run. I didn't mind.
When I saw Blake at the gym the next day, I told him what happened, and he just laughed.
"I knew she wouldn't do it with him!" he said.
"So why did you push him to do the video?" I asked.
"Oh, he just wanted to show off his cock. She was just a convenient excuse to keep him from looking gay for doing it," Blake smiled at me. "And anyway, we don't want any pussy messing up our site, right?"
"Damn right," I said, as I watched Blake strip in front of me again. "It's all about the cocks," I laughed, enjoying the view.
ADVENTURES OF AN AMATEUR PORN PRODUCER - THE VOLUNTEER
"It's always been a fantasy of mine to be in a porno," the e-mail began. "I'm sure you get tons of these, but I figured I'd take a chance. Your site is just so well-done, I was hoping maybe you would considering filming me for one of your movies."
The writer was correct, I did receive plenty of e-mails from horny guys, telling me how much they liked my website, wanting to know if they could make a movie, too. Though, in most cases, all they really wanted was to fuck the straight dudes on my site, namely my buddy Blake and his frat brother Kyle.
This e-mail was different though. "I'll be the first to admit my body isn't perfect," he wrote. "I'm far from the most attractive guy you'll ever meet, and my dick is only average, but I have this sensual, erotic side to me that is begging to escape. The exhibitionist within, I guess."
He signed his name, Cody, and attached a couple of pictures to the message. I gave them a click, and up popped a small, rather grainy image of a baby-faced white guy. His dark hair was buzzed short against his skull, his brown eyes gazed seductively into the camera with a half-smile. He was pretty cute in my book, I'm not sure why he didn't think so. Just another case of a hottie being modest and thinking he's ugly, when it's usually the dudes who pump up their looks that are really the homely ones.
I opened the second picture and was greeted by a close-up of a thick, hard cock. The angle of the picture probably enhanced the size, but it looked lovely to me. Cut and extremely stiff, he was holding his finger against the cockhead and pressing his meat against his shirted torso to fully show off the girth.
His cuteness and honesty were a big turn-on for me, and it helped that he only lived a few hours away. I undid my fly and pulled out my cock for a few quick whacks while I sent off a reply to him, encouraging him to tell me more about himself.
Cody and I played the pen pal game for a few days. He assured me hid interest was genuine. I confessed that I, too, was hardly a model, but I thought he was quite handsome and well-hung. I eventually gave him my phone number and suggested he give me call when he was ready to meet up.
"Do you really think I look good enough for your site?" Cody asked me on the phone. "I mean, look at those guys you've filmed so far! They're fucking amazing!"
"Trust me man, you look good, you'll do fine," I told him. "All you need is that hard dick in your hand and a smile on your face."
"That's usually not a problem," Cody laughed nervously. I could tell he was eager to be filmed, but also very scared.
"I'll be gentle, I promise. It'll be just like you're jacking off at home, you won't even know I'm there," I said. I had opened up his picture on my computer and was busily playing with my cock while we talked.
"Oh man, you're making me hard just saying that!" Cody moaned softly and I imagined he had his dick out too. His voice was very sexy, kind of boyish, but not too high or lispy like the stereotype of a gay guy.
"So when can we do this?" he asked anxiously, his voice cracking. I invited him over the next weekend, promising to compensate him for the 150 mile drive.
* * * * *
The doorbell rang at about 4 o'clock that Saturday afternoon. I ran to the door, my bare feet slapping against the wood floors of the hallway. I was wearing windpants and my typical long, loose-fitting t-shirt. I had cranked the heat in the house with my cold-blooded roommate away for the weekend, making for a rather tropical atmosphere inside.
"Derek?" a beautiful boy asked as I opened the door. I recognized
him from the picture, but he looked even cuter in person.
"That's me, man," I said, thrusting out my arm for a handshake.
"Oh, good, I was afraid I'd get the wrong house," Cody said, shaking my hand. I noticed how small his hands were. He was about three inches shorter than me, standing at about 5'7", his tight, compact frame shaking a little in the cool February breeze.
"Come on in and get out of this cold," I said, welcoming him inside. Cody was wearing a light jacket over a Notre Dame sweatshirt. He also wore blue jeans and bright white tennis shoes.
"Nice place," he said, looking around and taking off his jacket. He had the same nervous vibrato to his voice that he had over the phone.
"Not what you were expecting, huh?" he said, looking up at me. I realized I was standing there, my mouth slightly agape, scanning his body up and down.
"No, uh, I mean, you look great. Really, really good, honest." I meant every word of it, but I wasn't sure if he believed me.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," he said as I led him into the living room to take a seat. "What would my mother think?"
"Hopefully she's not cruising the gay porn sites to find out," I laughed, hoping humor would help calm him down. He was still shaking, even inside my sauna of a house.
We just sat and talked for awhile, getting to know each other. He told me he was studying dentistry. He'd only had one brief relationship with a guy during his freshman year in college, and few other people knew he was gay.
After the life stories were over and a moment of uncomfortable silence, I chimed up, "Well, do you want to start?"
Cody's eyes widened and his shaking became more pronounced after hearing my question. I was afraid I'd jumped the gun until he said, "I guess. That is what I'm here for."
We went back into my bedroom, which served as the standard setting for all of my videos thus far. Cody's eyes darted around the room anxiously, and he sat at the foot of the bed with a bounce.
"Well," he said, sighing deeply. "I guess I should start taking off my clothes?" I smiled back at him and nodded, taking my place behind the camera. I couldn't tell if the beads of sweat on his forehead were due to the temperature or his nervousness.
Cody took another deep breath and lifted his sweatshirt off, wearing a somewhat tattered white shirt underneath. I focused my ##shot while he began undoing his belt buckle, his little fingers having difficulty with all of his shaking.
"Hey, it's all right," I said, stopping the camera. I sat next to him on the bed. "We'll go when you're ready."
"I'm really sorry, I didn't think I'd get this crazy," he apologized, looking away from me. "I wouldn't blame you if you thought I was a freak and didn't want to do this anymore."
"No, are you kidding? Just take your time." I put my hand up on his shoulder and gave it a slight squeeze to comfort him. He smiled and put his hand up over mine and caressed it gently.
"You know what might make this easier?" he asked. "If you took your clothes off, too."
I laughed, "No, that might scare YOU away."
"No, it won't! Come on, please?" He had the cutest puppy-dog eyes, and the touch of his hand to mine felt so sweet. I was quickly melting to his request.
"Okay, okay," I said. I was so used to staying clothed for my earlier shoots for the straight guys, I just assumed I would be doing the same for Cody. But if this cute gay twink wanted me naked to make him more comfortable, I was more than willing to give in.
I stood back up and went to the camera, lifting off my shirt to reveal my smooth, bare chest. Nearly two months of working out had given me some slight definition, though I was still pretty skinny.
I hit the record button and winked at Cody that it was his turn to strip again. He grinned and playfully began pulling up his own shirt. He ran his hand up over his smooth belly and took the shirt over his head and threw it aside. I was surprised to see some nice, firm pecs on this little guy, with just the slightest amount of cute baby fat clinging to his otherwise skinny frame. His stomach was smooth and flat, and there was some light hair growing around his erect nipples.
Cody leaned back on his elbows and nodded at me to go again. I smiled back and reached my fingers under the waistline of my windpants, pulling the elastic loose and letting them slide to my ankles with a swoosh. I kicked them off, leaving only my white boxer-briefs, which clung to my erection.
Cody's face perked up at the sight of my bulging underwear, and he began undoing his belt again, standing and sliding his pants to the floor. He was wearing striped boxers, his own hard-on making a nice tent inside.
I reached down and began to fondle myself though my underwear as I watched Cody pull his socks off, one by one. He threw one of them at me with a laugh, then sat back on the bed and stuck his hand into his boxers.
I rubbed my stiff prick harder, pulling the cockhead out from under the waistband. Cody's eyes were firmly focused on my crotch as he slowly wanked, concealed by his underwear.
I just had to get a look at his dick, knowing the only way to get there was to show off my own. With a quick motion, I yanked my underwear to my feet and threw them aside. I was now completely naked, my 6.5" prong happily free in the open air. I wrapped my right hand firmly around the shaft and started slowly jacking.
Cody gazed with a look of longing at my stiff wood, whacking his own meat harder, but still covered by his boxers.
"Aren't you going to join me?" I asked, pulling at my erection harder.
"Mmm, take them off for me," he said, nodding to his underwear. I stopped and thought for a moment, realizing I would be on camera for the f#irst time, but the yearnings of my throbbing cock were speaking more loudly to me.
I locked the camera down on the tripod and crawled onto the bed, my dick bouncing between my legs. Cody smiled down at me as I grabbed the base of his underwear and began pulling them down his legs. He took his hand away, allowing his penis to spring back against the fabric and bounce against his stomach. His cock was the same size as mine, and against his smaller body, it looked absolutely huge.
I just couldn't resist being that close to a hot naked man without copping a feel or two. I ran my hands up his calves, which were lightly covered in hair, then gently massaged his thighs. Cody didn't even have to touch his cock, letting it flex and twitch on its own in reaction to my touch.
Cody licked his lips and raised his eyebrows, which I took as an invitation to continue my trip up his body. I took hold of his meat with my right hand, while the fingers of my left hand tickled his scrotum. His cock seemed even thicker than mine as my hand closed around it and I began stroking him. I felt his body tense as he moaned softly in pleasure.
Cody lifted his legs up and wrapped them around my back, as if to close me into position. He continued to smile and moan, his hands bracing himself against the bed.
"Mmm, suck me, Derek!" he said suddenly, reaching his hand down and placing it on my head to guide it. I pulled my face up, closer to his crotch, my own cock flat between my stomach and the end of mattress, slowly thrusting my hips up and down in a simulated fucking motion.
Then I got to work. I began by blowing at the hair around his nutsack, which must have tickled because his stomach flexed and the grip of his legs tightened around me. Then I teased his cock shaft with the tip of my tongue, licking in quick, upward movements toward the head. I took my left hand and reached up to his chest and slowly ran my fingers down the contours of his smooth, twinky body. With my right hand, I started to massage and lightly pull at his balls, which made him squirm with delight.
After plenty of build-up, it was time to take it all in. First, I licked around his cockhead a few times to moisten it. Then I glanced up into his beautiful baby brown eyes, my face resting between his thigh and rigid wood, smiling devilishly before opening wide and taking that lovely rock-hard cock into my mouth. Cody's body jerked slightly as I took it as deep into my throat as possible, then slid back up, kissed the tip of his cock, then repeated the motion again. I could feel his rapid h
eartbeat in the pulsating of his tool. His cock would rub against the back of my throat, my mouth salivating around his delicious young meat. It made a sexy, juicy sound as I went up and down on his dick.
"Oh, yes!" Cody screamed, his body trembling again, not because of nerves, but sheer sexual enjoyment.
I slid my mouth off his cock and took it into my hand, rubbing it with the lube of my own saliva. "Now, I shouldn't make you cum too quick, you know."
"Mmm, but it feels so good," he said, his own hand reaching down to join mine in stroking him.
"If you want more, you'll have to perform for me like you promised," I winked at him and pulled my hand away mockingly.
"Ohhh," he moaned, pulling harder at his dick. "For more of that, I'll do almost anything!"
I broke free from the tight embrace of his legs and went back to the camera, taking hold of my own stiff meat in the process. Cody laid back flat against the bed, sensually continuing his jacking, switching hands between each slow stroke. Soon, his speed began to increase, and he began to include his balls in the action, tugging lightly downward with one hand as he pulled his wood upward with the other hand.
"Wanna see my ass?" he asked suddenly. I nodded eagerly, my cock twitching in my grip as he flipped over onto his knees, pointing his smooth white buns at me. He continued stroking with his left hand while reaching over to spread apart his cheeks with his right hand. His lovely pink asshole was lined with the same light brown hair that graced other areas of his body. He teased his hole with the tip of his middle finger, then gingerly inserted it inside, all the way down to the second knuckle. He finger-fucked himself for a few more minutes, slowly adding a second finger, his cock receiving the full attention of his other hand the whole time.
